V-23

Ah yes, V-23.

A middle-aged mech who had only joined the Great War when it was at its peak. Yet he hadn’t chosen a specific side.

Because it was either that, or be offlined. Like many others who were merely trying to survive in a war that they didn’t want to partake in. A fruitless war that only took life and brought no progress.

Nor was anybot told how the destruction of war brought out the worst of bots. How far it made them go for little to nothing in return.

And little to nobot talks about the realization of one’s actions afterwards.

Merely another casualty, V-23 was. A simple middle-class mech.

And during the war, desperate times called for desperate measures. Measures that went beyond what they should’ve.

He had assured himself that it what was necessary. That “offlining was inevitable anyways”. That he had no other choice.

Yet it’s what led him to his supposed offlining. What led him to crossfire, with buildings crumbling and toppling over.

Despite all the odds, it wasn’t his end.

So he took what little luck remained. Essentially getting a ticket off the planet.

Not knowing where fate would take him next. In his current situation however, that was the least of his worries. For now.

It would’ve left a lesson, yet would be taken as a life-sentence.